[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Within Mt. Moon || Last Known Time; Midnight "Eugh..."
Mr. Pink watched almost disinterested as the bird gave out a groan, attempting and failing to rise. Although buried away in the recesses of his mind, the feline had a genuine desire to help the unfortunate avian, such concern was unlikely to ever surface. He was already uncomfortable enough – he had to worry about his own health, mental health most likely, rather than fuss over the Swellow’s little cough. Admittedly, the blood that continued to ooze from her beak suggested that perhaps she had a little more than the common cold. “Oh hey!”
The feline announced with exaggerated joy, sarcasm naturally seeping into his tone. “Afternoon, sleepin’ beauty. We was wonderin’ when you’d get your ass up,”
Whilst a hint of malice echoed in his final words, Pink was essentially pleased the bird wasn’t dead. Then again, a fresh body would draw off Undead for a good while. Shaking the thought away, he flashed a crooked grin before turning from the ‘patient’. He presumed Prophet Blade was far more apt to deal with her. "Uhm...You wouldn't happen to be able to spare anything for an... injured girl... like myself, would you?"
Spinning on his heel to face the newcomer, Charlie’s body was tensed, his dirtied fur bristling at the sudden appearance of a Quilava; a surprisingly attractive Quilava. “Hello,”
The feline muttered to himself, a smirk plastered onto his face as he regarded the wounded fire-type. It appeared his luck was beginning to change having been blessed with a beautiful, but vulnerable girl. Though something about what she’d said gave Pink reason to doubt her innocence. Most of the girls he’d ever known weren’t exactly ‘prim and proper’, rough women who knew
what they wanted and manipulated others to achieve their desires. As a sucker for a pretty face, Pink often found himself one of the saps, targeted time after time. Regardless, he deemed the material sacrifices worth their company alone. This Quilava, whilst not quite as common as old acquaintances, was definitely the sort who wanted the group’s company for a reason. Slinking towards her, a mischievous grin stretched across his scraggly face, Pink was planning his words. Despite suspicions of her ulterior motives, the Espeon didn’t particularly care. She was hot, going nowhere soon and he intended to make the upmost of such a fantastic opportunity.“Well, I-“"We could never turned down an injuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuured!”
His words were unsurprisingly interrupted by the mantis’ eccentric greeting. The energy sapped from his expression, Pink’s smile vanished, ears flopping down as he accepted defeat. God-fucking-damnit, Pro.
He just had
to ruin his shot with the fire girl. With a huff, his massive eyes fell back to the Quilava, the previous lust replaced with exasperation.“Yeah, sure, whatever, doll,”
The feline grumbled, stalking back to his previous position. “But we ain’t got no food for ya,”"Hello... Do you require any assistance?"“Oh, c’mon!”
The words just plummeted out of his mouth. Not another
one!? Another damn arrival begging for their charity. Well, this one was offering his own assistance, but Pink had no doubt they would eventually be paying for it. Again, the ground-rat was given a fair greeting and soon ushered towards Magic’s injured form. “Hey wait a minute!”
A frown had surfaced over his features as he trotted towards the avian and the two ‘healers’. His glare falling on the Sandshrew, nose curled up in distaste, Pink took it upon himself to watch out for the injured. Despite Pro-B’s beliefs, not everyone could be trusted. He addressed the mantis as he spoke, brow raised in disbelief. “We’ve just met this guy and ya gonna have his paws running all over Mag?”